A long time ago, the simplicity of my thoughts began to dissolve... now, wired to the ground I can smell the delightful waves of mental perturbations, avoiding illness, confuse and reasons to kill yourself.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Desirable Instants... Björk photos...

I can write thousand of words trying to describe something like the eternal shine that expires and reborn instant by instant when you feel something about Björk... it's not to touch, not to see, not to hear, no to dream... it's just to let it be in you... inside you, over your skin, inside your eyes, burning you ears... changing all.